Chapter

Kubwa, 2/1 new site. Abuja, Nigeria.

Nabil

A black Lexus drove by at a high speed. All the window glass are tinted, you can not make out the person inside the car. "Please drive faster don't let him disappear out of our sight" I muttered to the elder man driving behind me with a frustrated look on my face. I have to see the direction he's headed to no matter what.

"I'm trying my best, at this stage we can get into an accident and you know we're not the only ones on the road" the man ushered in a calm manner. He's right, we're not the only ones. I was so engrossed in following the bastard that I forgot about the people on the road.

"Alright but please increase the speed" the man didn't try to question me as to why we're following the car and I'm glad he didn't. The Lexus driving a bit farther away from us drove to the next corner which is a bit rough and the area was a bit quiet.

"Should I enter the area too?" He asked.

"Yes follow him to the end until he decided to stop" I don't care, even if we have to drive throughout the day then so be it. We enter the same area, but this time around at a slow speed, as the black car was driving slow too due to the rough road. The car entered the next corner again, and we follow. It stopped in front of a big gate. I can't begin to explain how huge the house no the mansion looks. For some reason, the house looks familiar. I feel like I've seen it before or even visit it before but my mind couldn't quietly pinpoint.

"Are we staying like this?" The man let out snapping me out of my thought. "Um... We can turn around" I manage to say but my mind is still on faze. I peep a glance at the gate once again. I definitely know I've seen the house before but why? I know sooner or later, I'll find out about it. Now my first plan is successful.

The drive back to my area Bama street in kubwa was in total silence. All the while my mind has been on that house, why did it look so familiar. I made a mental note to ask Papa about it maybe he'll have a recollection of it.

"We have arrived?" The man said parking in front of our house. I paid him his fare, thank him, and made my way inside. Our house is not that big but Masha Allah, we have enough wealth.

"Sannu da zuwa Alhaji Karami ( welcome back)" Mallam Haruna, our gateman greeted. The man had been with us since I was a small kid. He's a Nice and hardworking man which earn him respect from both me and my Papa.

"Thank you, Baba" I ushered. That's the name I call him with. Fishing my new Samsung phone out, I checked the time seeing 5:00 pm which means, I spent forty minutes chasing that bastard. Just let me get a hold of him. As I ventured towards the entrance door, I pulled the door open, revealing my Papa seated on his royal sofa, as usual reading a newspaper.

"Papa I'm back" I started taking a seat beside him while heaving out a sigh. Papa watched me through his glasses before averting his eyes back to the newspaper.

"So..." He trailed off waiting for me to let out the findings. Earlier events flashed in my head especially the house.

"As you said, the person inside the car is indeed not an ordinary man. So I followed the car and he entered one house, and.." I stopped. Papa folded his newspaper and focus his attention on me.

"And?" He inquired. Okay, I'll just ask him.

"The house looks familiar. I feel like I've seen the house before but I cannot recall" I explained calmly. Papa removed his glasses, boring his eyes on me.

"Nabil" he called. That's it I know what he's about to say. Whenever he calls my name directly, I know a serious conversation is about to take place.

"Yes Papa"

"Your first task is successful and now the dangerous and most important one begins. Which involve both your life and mine" my head was cast down, as I listened. "Your next task is..."

"What?" I stood up abruptly staring at my old Papa wide-eyed. Why will I stoop to that level just for that bastard?

"Calm down son, it's the easiest way to get them down. Since they don't know who you are, your identity is hidden. I'm not giving you advice, thus, an order from me" To say I'm speechless will be an understatement. How can I pretend as a poor and homeless man for that family?

"But Papa-" he cut me off raising his hands.

"No, but Nabil. You made this promise to me before, that you'll make sure they taste the same bitterness they put us, your family in. The heart attack they caused your father up to his demise. You have to be strong and get justice for your parents" I felt weak by his words. He's right, I need to be strong. I made this promise to Papa that I'll make sure the family suffers the same loss we did. And that will be soon.

"Don't forget your promise" he was now in a standing position with his walking stick as his support.

"I won't" I answered. A sense of braveness shot through my veins.

"Think about what I said, and get back to me" he patted my shoulder before trekking to the stairs. Hatred, anger, and revenge are the only things running in my veins at the moment. Abbas Abdullahi Karim get ready I'm coming for you. I muttered, the left of my lips curving up. I also sauntered to the stairs toward my room. Pushing the door, the warmness of the room came in contact with my tan skin. It was neat as always. I'm the kind of person who wants to see my room neat always. Papa calls me the neat freak at times. I don't allow any maid to clean my room, I tidy it up myself. The concrete wall is painted in two colors. White and Light brown. A medium-size bed was positioned at the center of the room, soft emerald green tile floor. A medium-size LCD and a two-door wardrobe, with a few books of mine set on a book rack. Slouching myself on the two sitter couch, I unplug my laptop from the switch socket. The door suddenly flung open revealing my baby sister Faiza.

"Brother you're back already?" I hummed in return.

"Alright then, borrow me your phone please" she ushered again making her way towards my bed, slouching down on it.

"Ke, don't squeeze my bedsheet and don't disturb me, I don't have time for your rubbish right now. You can see I'm working" I said to her. The girl can nag so much.

"Please brother just for five minutes" my brows furrowed in confusion. What's with her this late night?

"What do you want to do with my phone in the first place?" I asked folding my arms across the chest.

"I want to browse one assignment and my data connection isn't working

Please, please brother just for five minutes" she pleaded showing a puppy face. A sigh escapes me. Faiza knows how to sweet talk me into something I didn't want to.

"Okay I'm giving you just five minutes, make sure you bring my phone back safe and sound" her face immediately lit up as if she has been given a packet of chocolate.

"Worry not brother, your phone is safe with me" she giggled and left the room closing the door with a loud thud. I shake my head smiling a bit. My sister and her troubles. She can be troublesome but I love her so much, she's my only family. She and Papa. After our parents' death, Papa took us in. At that time, I can barely think straight. Their death shocked us to the core. Papa is my grandfather from my father's side. He made sure everything we need is catered for. And all my life I'll be grateful for his kindness. I remembered vividly, the day my father took his last breath all because of the ruthless man. I'll never forget that day and I will take vengeance for them. My parents.

"Brother here's your phone thank you" the door burst open followed by the appearance of Fa'iza. She placed the phone beside my laptop with another grin.

"It's late go to bed" I ushered.

"Yes sir, I was about to" and she saluted before leaving the room. I will get my revenge and take what is rightfully mine.